Special Guest Post: St. John’s Eccles Cakes

The dessert course for The Best Meal Ever included an Eccles Cake, a pastry so sublime that my better half vowed to recreate it at home. So please welcome this guest post from She Who Must Be Obeyed:

It was time to leave St. John after an incredible meal. You’ve read all the particulars in this blog so I will not rewrite what David has described so well, except to add that it was difficult to drag myself away from the table with some of my St. John’s Eccles cake left on my plate. These thoughts ran swiftly thorough my brain: I can not eat another bite…well, perhaps one more bite…no, I will not make myself sick…wait — we have the cookbook at home, I’ll make some as soon as we get back. With that decision made, I left St. John and eventually found a Saturday when I could bake. David writes about cooking — I write about baking (and eating).

I wanted this post to be in as much detail as David’s usually are, but I can’t do that, so I think I’ll show some highlights and moan about the one thing I didn’t do consistently, and brag that in the end my result was almost as tasty as the original. In the end I know that while it will surely be some time before I can get back to St. John itself, I can enjoy Eccles cakes when I need them!

Immediately after we arrived home I pulled out the The Whole Beast: Nose to Tail Eating and looked up the St. John’s Eccles cake recipe (page 180). It seemed so straightforward1 that I could taste the cakes even before I began.

Paste

9 tablespoons of butter, 4 cups or flour, a pinch of salt, and 1 cup of water, all worked together into a paste.

The cold paste rolled out, with 3 1/3 sticks of butter layered onto one half.

The cold paste rolled out, with 3 1/3 sticks of butter layered onto one half.

Paste folded over the butter and crimped.

Paste folded over the butter and crimped.

Dough rolled out and folded into thirds

Dough rolled out and folded into thirds

1 1/2 cups currants, mixed with 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1 tsp. allspice, and 1 tsp. nutmeg.

1 1/2 cups currants, mixed with 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1 tsp. allspice, and 1 tsp. nutmeg.

The final folded pastery, which is rolled out to 3/8 inch thick and cut into 3 1/2 inch circles.

The final folded pastry, which is rolled out to 3/8 inch thick and cut into 3 1/2 inch circles.

Filling sandwiched between two pastry circles, edges crimped, tops slashed, covered with egg wash and sugar, and baked for 15 minutes at 400 degrees.

Filling sandwiched between two pastry circles, edges crimped, tops slashed, covered with egg wash and sugar, and baked for 15 minutes at 400 degrees.

Finished cakes. You can see some of the tops separating from the bottoms.

Finished cakes. You can see some of the tops separating from the bottoms.

As you can see from the picture above, some of my crimps gave way in Whole Beast version and I experienced a leaking problem from a few cakes.  It turns out that there is a failure point in the original recipe and I’m confident that I found it!

If we had Beyond Nose to Tail in the kitchen, rather on the to-be-read stack, I might have seen the following on page 121:

ECCLES CAKES

It’s good to put things right.

Since the first book, Nose to Tail Eating, I have changed the way we assemble the Eccles cake. Rather than sandwiching two discs of puff pastry together, we now use a single disc approximately 9cm in diameter. So place your Eccles cake mix in the centre of the disc and pull up the sides of the pastry to cover the filling. Seal it with your fingers, then turn it over and slash the top.

(Note that the updated St. John’s Eccles cake recipe was also run in The Guardian on November 27, 2007.)

Let this be a lesson to everyone – always do your research. The photo below is from round two, made with the leftover dough and filling, and using the new technique.

Finished cakes. Note the crimping on the underside.

Finished cakes. Note the crimping on the underside.

In the end since the recipes were identical, the taste was perfect with both versions. I look at all of these pictures now and still can still taste every bite. However, do yourself a favor and follow tradition, these cakes are “particularly fine when consumed with Lancashire cheese.” Tradition rarely tastes so wonderful.

1David wanted me to include this note. He felt the recipe was not a clear as it could be on turning and rolling out the dough but I think that anyone with pastry experience should have little trouble following the instructions. If you need a refresher, The Joy of Cooking shows you how in the puff pastry section. My one suggestion is that if you really think you’ll get confused on the next roll direction, put a Post-It on the side before you put it in the refrigerator.

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Long-Term Thinking

She Who Must Be Obeyed presented me with an early (three months early) birthday present today. Knowing about my fascination with the Clock of the Long Now, she found the sculpture pictured above. It’s a numbered, lost-wax-cast replica of the cam that will be used in the Clock to calculate the plus or minus fifteen minute deviation of solar time to absolute time for over 10,000 years. (There are more photos of the cam here.)

It took me less than a minute to locate the perfect place to display the cam:

Time progression

It’s on the mantelpiece in our dining room, where I’ll see it every day. It’s to the right of the mantel clock that used to reside in my grandfather’s house. The clock is flanked by two halves of an ammonite fossil, and the crystal to the far left is a chunk of salt from the Earth’s Silurian period.

I’m beginning to regard this particular arrangement of objects as my own Total Perspective Vortex, as described by Douglas Adams in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:

When you are put into the Vortex you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny little mark, a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot, which says, “You are here.”

According to Adams, the Vortex “is allegedly the most horrible torture device to which a sentient being can be subjected.” I don’t think that’s what She Who Must Be Obeyed had in mind, I’m pretty sure she just wants me to slow down a bit and take a longer view. I’ll work on it.

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Market Predictions

More market goodies today, but again not as much as usual, since we’ll be in Montreal later next week (look for some food posts while we’re there).

For baked goods there’s a peach pie, a cookie (breakfast!), another wheel of dinner rolls destined for the freezer, and a ciabatta loaf that’s already been put to use for sandwiches (prosciutto, mozzarella, and roasted peppers).

I found a new variety of pickling cucumbers called “Cool Breeze,” which are thinner-skinned than standard cukes. They’re already brined and in the basement. Decent, blight-free, ready-to-eat heirloom tomatoes are starting to show up, and so are the first lobster mushrooms of the season.

The plums looked good this week, as did the peaches and raspberries. Until I can locate a reliable recipe for peche à  la frog, it will be peach melba for dessert tonight.

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Out of the Kitchen, Onto the Couch

Michael Pollan’s new essay – which will appear in the New York Times Magazine on Sunday – begins with a reminiscence on Julia Child, which seems almost mandatory with the forthcoming release of Julie and Julia next week.

When I asked my mother recently what exactly endeared Julia Child to her, she explained that “for so many of us she took the fear out of cooking” and, to illustrate the point, brought up the famous potato show (or, as Julia pronounced it, “the poh-TAY-toh show!”), one of the episodes that Meryl Streep recreates brilliantly on screen. Millions of Americans of a certain age claim to remember Julia Child dropping a chicken or a goose on the floor, but the memory is apocryphal: what she dropped was a potato pancake, and it didn’t quite make it to the floor. Still, this was a classic live-television moment, inconceivable on any modern cooking show: Martha Stewart would sooner commit seppuku than let such an outtake ever see the light of day.

The episode has Julia making a plate-size potato pancake, sautéing a big disc of mashed potato into which she has folded impressive quantities of cream and butter. Then the fateful moment arrives:

“When you flip anything, you just have to have the courage of your convictions,” she declares, clearly a tad nervous at the prospect, and then gives the big pancake a flip. On the way down, half of it catches the lip of the pan and splats onto the stovetop. Undaunted, Julia scoops the thing up and roughly patches the pancake back together, explaining: “When I flipped it, I didn’t have the courage to do it the way I should have. You can always pick it up.” And then, looking right through the camera as if taking us into her confidence, she utters the line that did so much to lift the fear of failure from my mother and her contemporaries: “If you’re alone in the kitchen, WHOOOO” — the pronoun is sung — “is going to see?” For a generation of women eager to transcend their mothers’ recipe box (and perhaps, too, their mothers’ social standing), Julia’s little kitchen catastrophe was a liberation and a lesson: “The only way you learn to flip things is just to flip them!”

I can identify with Julia’s courage and convictions; I’ve written here about my own potato-flipping experiences. But Pollan uses Julia as a starting point for a much more important discussion: the decline of actual cooking in the American home. I won’t go into detail here, instead, I encourage you to read the entire essay.

As he reaches his conclusion, Pollan asks:

The question is, Can we ever put the genie back into the bottle? Once it has been destroyed, can a culture of everyday cooking be rebuilt? One in which men share equally in the work? One in which the cooking shows on television once again teach people how to cook from scratch and, as Julia Child once did, actually empower them to do it?

Let us hope so. Because it’s hard to imagine ever reforming the American way of eating or, for that matter, the American food system unless millions of Americans — women and men — are willing to make cooking a part of daily life. The path to a diet of fresher, unprocessed food, not to mention to a revitalized local-food economy, passes straight through the home kitchen.

Once I learned, I never stopped cooking, and now I’m passing that knowledge along to Miles. I’m doing my part, how about you?

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Smells Like Rickrolling

A perfect mashup and Rickrolling in one clip? How could I not re-post this:

Only one of the musicians shown in this video still has a career. Who would have figured it to be the drummer?

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Gooseberry Jam

She Who Must Be Obeyed came home from work on Friday with a huge bag full of gooseberries. Not just any gooseberries, but gooseberries from her boss’s gooseberry bushes. Gooseberries that could not be politely refused, as one does with a co-worker’s zucchini or eggplant or basil.

They also came with an injunction from the boss’s wife: See what you can do with these. I had no intention of undertaking a major baking project on the hottest weekend of the summer so far, so I fell back on a tried-and-true preparation: jam. I consulted the Ball Blue Book of Canning and Preservation for the particulars of gooseberry jam prep and got to work.

I started by cleaning and trimming the berries. Correction: I started by telling She Who Must Be Obeyed to clean and trim the berries, since she was responsible for their arrival in the kitchen. An hour later she asked for my help. Gooseberries have a stem on the top and a “tail” at the bottom, both of which must be removed. The stem pops right off, but the tail has to be trimmed off with a paring knife.

Two hours later, I had my ingredients ready: three cups of gooseberries, three cups of sugar, and a half cup of water.

Mise en place

I added the water and half of the berries to a pan and brought it to a boil over medium heat. I mashed some of the berries with a potato masher.

Mashed berries

I added the sugar and stirred to combine.

Sugar added

I let the mixture boil over medium heat for 15 minutes. While the berries cooked, I set up my jars, which had been sitting in boiling water in my canning kettle.

Jars

When the jam was ready — described by the self-referential “thick and jammy” — I tested it by dropping a spoonful of the syrup on a plate that had been chilled in the freezer. The jam set immediately without running, which meant it was ready.

"Thick and jammy"

Using a wide-mouthed canning funnel, I ladled jam into each of the jars.

Filling

I covered each jar with a lid, then sealed the lids with the bands, turning until the bands were finger-tight.

Bands and lids

I placed the covered jars into the kettle and let them boil for fifteen minutes. The heat forces air out of the jars, which them produces a vacuum seal as the jars cool.

Boiling

I removed the jars and let them cool, listening for the “pop” each lid makes as the vacuum is formed.

And that’s all there is to making jam. There are particulars that vary depending on the acidity and natural pectin levels of the fruit being preserved, but the basic technique is the same.

When I asked the pie lady at the farmer’s market if she had ever made gooseberry jam, she said “I’d only make it from the pink berries, which are far less common than the green ones. It’s a very pretty jam.”

Judge for yourself:

Final jam

I’m sending a jar back to the boss’s wife. It is a lovely shade of transparent pink, and tasted pretty good, so it was worth the effort.

But if you see a friend or office mate heading toward you with a big bag of round, striped berries — run!

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The Meat Experiment

It’s easy to eat locally grown vegetables when you can just walk a few blocks every weekend and pick what you want from a large variety of stands. It’s harder to eat locally grown meat, because there are fewer vendors who sell meat at farmer’s markets. That’s why I signed up for a half-share in a meat CSA (community supported agriculture) from Stillman’s at The Turkey Farm.

Our Thanksgiving turkey last year was from Stillman’s, and it was the best-tasting turkey I had ever cooked. I’ve purchased other things from them at the market — eggs, lamb, pork — so I had a good idea of the quality of their meat.

Today was pickup day for the first share of the first month (it will go through December, with one delivery per month).  The meat is all frozen and vacuum-packed, which makes for less than exciting photography, but I received a representative sample of what Stillman’s has to offer: ground lamb, ground beef, four pork chops, lamb riblets, a lamb leg steak, and two whole chicken breasts.

The chops and chicken are up for dinner this coming week, the rest are in the freezer. I’m looking forward to the next delivery, and I’ve been told if I ask in advance they’ll have some of the more unusual bits available for additional purchase. Trotters, anyone?

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Market Downturn

I still have so many uncooked veggies from last week’s extravaganza that I exerted remarkable self-control this week, buying only essentials (and a few extravagances).

Caraway rye, some flowers for She Who Must Be Obeyed, chocolate banana bread, raspberries, cherry tomatoes, and white and yellow peaches from Nicewicz Family Farm, the last regular vendor to join the market during this rainy season.

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Simple Summer Salads

Mark Bittman’s at it again, this time offering up a list of 101 salads for the summer. At least one of these recipes will fulfill the dual requirements of what’s in the fridge/pantry and summertime dinner laziness.

In theory, each salad takes 20 minutes or less. Honestly, some may take you a little longer. But most minimize work at the stove and capitalize on the season, when tomatoes, eggplant, herbs, fruit, greens and more are plentiful and excellent. This last point is important. Not everything needs to be farmers’ market quality, but it’s not too much to expect ripe fruit, fragrant herbs and juicy greens.

I’m looking at you, #57, you’ll be on the plates before the weekend’s over.

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A Season in Hell

I‘m not talking about Rimbaud, I’m talking about Gordon Ramsay. He’s back, and he’s just as mean as ever. Here’s a preview of the sixth season of Hell’s Kitchen, starting tonight:

As always, the season will start with each contestant preparing a signature dish for Ramsay. I predict he will spit out at least three tastes.

This year there are contestants from New England. I’ll be rooting for them early on, but won’t choose the winner for another three weeks. Until then, “move it, you donkey!”

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